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“Ugh…”

How much time had passed?

Freeman, regaining consciousness through a pounding headache, turned his body over.

His vision swam, the world splitting into two from a concussion, but only one thought dominated his mind.

’Marsha.’

He struggled to lift himself up, but before he could even raise his upper body halfway, he collapsed back onto the ground.

“Kh…!”

It was impossible to move right now. Freeman exhaled sharply, letting go of all resistance, waiting for his condition to improve.

“…”

Through the blurred haze of his sight, a memory surfaced—Marsha from their childhood.

“Oh? It’s Freeman! The cowardly Freeman.”

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